[ he laughs but doesn't seem irritated with the outright refusal, shifting his hand to press another finger into him -- all at once, no less rough than the thumb. ]
[ he doesn't seem to inclined to spend much time properly working him open -- he drags his fingers out of him, dragging emphasized as his fingertips rub up against his walls and presses his cock back against the curve of his ass ]
It would be boring if it were too easy, after all.
[Or perhaps just not easily engaged? He isn't quite in the mindset to make the distinction, especially when Absinthe scrapes incidentally and all too briefly against his prostate and he bites his tongue, breathing in sharply because next thing he feels is the man's cock and he is not going to act impatient for it, much as he feels that way. Though the tight grip he has of Absinthe's shoulder may be a clue.]
[ his tone is rather mild -- it doesn't seem like a peeved accusation per se, more curiosity, even as the tip of his cock presses against Lahabrea's entrance.
-- he pauses, there, as if Politely waiting for a response. ]
I don't believe I would mind hearing them out of you.
[ there's a serious threat to his tone for a moment, like he's really going to wait to hear Lahabrea complain about Absinthe pausing -- but at last he does move, rolling his hips forward enough to press into him, hissing as he tips pushes into his entrance -- it's tight and it's difficult to push that much further with the lack of proper preparation but in itself that's satisfying. ]
[He gasps, biting his tongue and cutting off abruptly, cheeks red as Absinthe pushes in. It hurts quite a bit actually! But right now he's into that, the discomfort making him blush, short of breath, fingers digging hard into Absinthe's arms.]
[ there's a breathless sort of laugh as he watches him react, rocking inches at a time with every thrust - - he's barely giving Lahabrea a moment to adjust, not stopping until he's fully pressed inside of him. ]
I have not even seen... Emet-Selch make such a face. What a privilege.
[ he does rest when he's fully pushed inside of him. it's really almost more for his own sake than for Lahabrea's, sighing as he feels his insides clenched tight and too-dry around his cock still, the friction around him almost feeling like a burn as he gets used to the feeling. it's not entirely unfamiliar, but he still wants to take a moment to linger in it before fucking Lahabrea into the ground. ]
[He sounds exasperated. Which is easier now that Absinthe has stopped moving for a moment. Even if he is enjoying the pain and burn of this it's a lot to try to hold a conversation through.]
Not typically. Rather ... He invited me to do something, then became quite upset when I went ahead and did it.
[ he's not moving quite yet, instead placing his palm down on Lahabrea's chest in between them -- putting pressure where Emet-Selch's own scar would be, dragging nails lightly against the skin. ]
[He hisses. It doesn't escape him where Absinthe is raking, and really this is twisted either way, discussing Emet-Selch in the middle of it is just... He assumes Absinthe trying to get a rise out of him. He huffs, even as his breath hitches.]
[ he is, absolutely, because it's very fun. there's a low shrug of his shoulders, a feigned lack of care, and a shallow roll of his hips -- even to distract. ]
Are you concerned? He -- can very well handle himself, you realize.
[He rakes his nails up, along Absinthe's spine, digging lightly into his scalp and then kneading there at the roll of his hips. He squirms somewhat, but trying to move like this is--difficult. It's not stopping him from trying though.]
Well, I'm not mad about it. If you're cruel to him when he invites it he probably enjoys it on some level. More or less.
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[ his thumb stills, for a second, a very obvious sadistic pleasure in his eyes -- plainly wanting to make him ask for it. ]
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No.
[He snaps, voice still rough.]
You will have to work much harder to earn that of me.
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A project, then?
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[He inhales sharply, arching, grabbing Absinthe's arms, fingers digging in. But he has to laugh, breathless.]
Certainly. Take it as a challenge.
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[ he's not teasing now, certainly, fingers spreading and scissoring inside of him, unkindly spreading him open ]
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[He hisses curling forward, the pain delightful. Unable to stop from rocking towards it. ]
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It would be boring if it were too easy, after all.
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[Or perhaps just not easily engaged? He isn't quite in the mindset to make the distinction, especially when Absinthe scrapes incidentally and all too briefly against his prostate and he bites his tongue, breathing in sharply because next thing he feels is the man's cock and he is not going to act impatient for it, much as he feels that way. Though the tight grip he has of Absinthe's shoulder may be a clue.]
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[ his tone is rather mild -- it doesn't seem like a peeved accusation per se, more curiosity, even as the tip of his cock presses against Lahabrea's entrance.
-- he pauses, there, as if Politely waiting for a response. ]
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Perhaps it is. I have more complaints as well if you don't start moving.
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[ there's a serious threat to his tone for a moment, like he's really going to wait to hear Lahabrea complain about Absinthe pausing -- but at last he does move, rolling his hips forward enough to press into him, hissing as he tips pushes into his entrance -- it's tight and it's difficult to push that much further with the lack of proper preparation but in itself that's satisfying. ]
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[He gasps, biting his tongue and cutting off abruptly, cheeks red as Absinthe pushes in. It hurts quite a bit actually! But right now he's into that, the discomfort making him blush, short of breath, fingers digging hard into Absinthe's arms.]
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I have not even seen... Emet-Selch make such a face. What a privilege.
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It is a privilege. And should I--nn--critique you for failing to elicit such reactions from him? Try harder next time.
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[ he does rest when he's fully pushed inside of him. it's really almost more for his own sake than for Lahabrea's, sighing as he feels his insides clenched tight and too-dry around his cock still, the friction around him almost feeling like a burn as he gets used to the feeling. it's not entirely unfamiliar, but he still wants to take a moment to linger in it before fucking Lahabrea into the ground. ]
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Really... is that how you two flirt?
[He sounds exasperated. Which is easier now that Absinthe has stopped moving for a moment. Even if he is enjoying the pain and burn of this it's a lot to try to hold a conversation through.]
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[ he's not moving quite yet, instead placing his palm down on Lahabrea's chest in between them -- putting pressure where Emet-Selch's own scar would be, dragging nails lightly against the skin. ]
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And what did you do?
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Are you concerned? He -- can very well handle himself, you realize.
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[He does gasp, though, eyes closing, trembling a little on the edge of pleasure and pain and annoyance.]
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I touched his scar. I suppose I was a little unkind in how I did it, but -- again, it was invited. He likes to indulge me.
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Well, you are an asshole aren't you? What are you calling unkind?
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Nails and teeth -- nothing more brutal than that.
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[He rakes his nails up, along Absinthe's spine, digging lightly into his scalp and then kneading there at the roll of his hips. He squirms somewhat, but trying to move like this is--difficult. It's not stopping him from trying though.]
Well, I'm not mad about it. If you're cruel to him when he invites it he probably enjoys it on some level. More or less.
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[ he pulls back more fully now -- and then thrusts all the way back in, an abrupt change from his shallow pace before, rough and unwarned ]
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